So what the hell am I doing? Illegally boarding the private vessel of a man with his own security team just before it leaves port seems…unwise. But Rob’s aware that if instinct has been a third of his success, and skill another, the remaining puzzle piece has always been stubbornness. There’s something here for him, more even than he initially guessed, and he’s not leaving. I can’t.
He finds an access point on the lower deck and scrambles over, leaving puddles of seawater as he goes. Discretion will be nearly impossible, he knows. Half a dozen silent alerts have probably already been triggered. But he’s counting on the same principle that got him this far already—at heart, Renzo Vega is an adventurer. He’s made his billions, and his reputation, by being all in, all the time, by working hard and playing harder. Rob’s jaw stings as he thinks about how it felt to engage with the man. God help him, but he’s eager for more. And there’s no way, no way, that Renzo won’t be just as intrigued by the challenge he’s offering.
He encounters no one as he walks through the deserted passageways of the ship, even though he knows there must be at least twenty permanent crew. It’s as luxurious as a six-star hotel on this level and since the security boys haven’t come to stop him, he picks a guest room at random. Stripping out of his soaking clothes, he heads for the refuge of the en suite. The shower is bliss, soothing his salt-abraded skin and easing some of the bruises waiting to blossom. It also reawakens those parts of his body that were enthusiastically taking part in the proceedings before his unexpected dunking.
Lucky, a woman. And judging from what I’ve seen of Jade so far, a very special one.
He rubs his palms across his short hair, scattering water like a dog as he steps from the shower. The fluffy towels are of the finest quality, but when he goes to grab his clothing, all he finds is a damp patch on the carpet.
So much for hospitality.
It’s tempting to keep hold of the towel, but he resists the urge. He’s got a good body—toned and inked with plenty of street art to keep it colourful—and he’s not about to give his ‘hosts’ any advantage by playing shy. They want him naked? Fine. He wants their secrets laid bare, so he figures it’s a fair enough trade.
Now it’s clear that there’s no point in subterfuge, Rob heads straight for the deck where he saw them last. He can already hear the sounds of laughter and the low beat of music. He emerges onto the deck without trying to hide his presence, but it’s simple caution that has him hanging back when he sees what he’s interrupting.
Renzo reclines on a low lounger on the deck, his shirt now hanging off his shoulders and his trousers unfastened. The blonde guest from earlier—Cici, Rob hears Renzo call her—is naked from the waist up. She straddles his hips, bending forward so her hair trails over his chest in the wake of the biting kisses she’s leaving across his pectorals. The torches lining the railings give the whole scene a surreal tint, illuminating her in shadow and light. Her breasts are even more magnificent unrestrained. She’s squeezing them together, pushing their erect tips across Renzo’s stomach, and if the rhythmic thrusts of his pelvis into the air are any indication, the billionaire’s also imagining what they’ll feel like sheathing his cock.
Renzo’s very masculine hands are splayed on Cici’s upturned, utterly feminine bottom. The picture is so inviting that Rob can’t decide what to watch—Cici making her voluptuous way across Renzo’s body, or Renzo’s fingers easing apart her cheeks like he has all the time in the world to indulge.
Then he sees Jade, naked on a nearby deckchair. Her knees are up, her legs are spread, and Rob has a view that makes his balls throb. Her pussy is shaved except for a soft little patch that could cushion him just so if he sank into her. She’s gently tracing her swollen labia, and as a mirror to Renzo’s explorations, it’s a heady image. Yet while Renzo’s touch is proprietary, branding ownership, hers is raw self-indulgence. Jade’s eyes are heavy-lidded, fixed with fascination on her own movements. Every so often she’ll shiver and press down on her clit—hard, he can see the flex in those muscles of hers—then look over at where Cici and Renzo are entwined.
By now, Cici is licking Renzo’s navel, lavishing attention with sucking mouth and jabbing tongue. Her breasts mound against him and Rob can almost feel their soft, insistent weight on his own body. The visual is vivid enough that he has to bite back a groan. Renzo’s cock is pushing at fabric, tenting his trousers as it strains. Cici whispers to him in Spanish, making Renzo chuckle. It’s a low, dirty sound. She reaches down to free him, to fondle him.
He’s big, as big as me, maybe. Rob doesn’t realise his own stiffening cock is in his hand until gratification flares through him. He forgets himself in the pleasure of it, gasping aloud. For a moment he thinks he’s got away with it, but then he sees Jade. She’s frozen with her hands between her thighs, her eyes gleaming as she stares at him. An evil smile curves her lips.
“Renzo,” she calls. “Company.”
Renzo rolls onto his side, taking Cici with him and trapping her underneath his powerful body. His hips move as he ruts up against her before pushing himself into a standing position. Rob can’t tear his stare from Renzo’s full erection. Behind Renzo, Cici pouts and tugs at his hand. Renzo leans down, listening to her before stepping close enough to make the hairs on the back of Rob’s neck stand at alert.
“I’ve lost money on you,” Renzo says. “I said you wouldn’t come back. Jade knew you would.”
“Never bet against me,” Rob tells him, licking his dry lips. “Thanks for the shower.” He glances at Cici, then lingers on Jade. “And the peep show.”
“I care about my prisoners’ well-being,” Renzo says.
Rob’s stomach dips. “Prisoner?”
“Mr Wright, you’re a stowaway with intentions of stealing from me. How should I deal with you?”
“Not with thumbscrews, I hope.”
“I don’t believe that’s a maritime tradition.” Renzo rubs his knuckles down Rob’s jaw, caressing the place where his punch had landed. Rob’s cock twitches in response, eliciting a chuckle. “Now keelhauling. There’s a possibility.”
“Had my bath today, cheers,” he says tightly. It’s getting more difficult to play casual—he probably shouldn’t find this as big a turn-on as he is.
“It’s good you came back,” Renzo replies. His once-over is warm and unembarrassed. He turns to Jade. “Clap him in irons, corazón.”
She stalks over to the storage trunk before returning with a pair of steel handcuffs. They’re standard UK police issue, no easy-to-break sex toy.
“On your knees. Hands behind your back,” she tells him.
Extremely reluctant, extremely aroused, Rob lowers himself to the deck and crosses his wrists at the base of his spine. Jade crouches behind him and snaps on the cuffs. Her lips brush his earlobe, making him shudder with both the sensation and the expectation of what she might say. But she doesn’t speak before returning to Renzo’s side. Her small brown nipples are puckered, begging to be touched. Rob flexes his wrists and meets with utter immobility. As if it knows its predicament, his erection jerks, seeking touch that’s not going to happen.
“We’ve decided to torture you,” Renzo tells him, folding himself onto the lounger. “I think you’ll like it. Cici must return to the mainland, you see, and she’s asked for a farewell gift.”
“You’re generous to a fault,” Rob says through a convulsive swallow.
Renzo draws Cici back on top of him. She’s so pliant that Rob can barely stand to watch. Nearly boneless with lust, so soft against all that muscle, she lets Renzo position her along his body exactly how he wants.
“Are we all comfortable?” Jade asks in her Irish lilt, still dangerously close to him, and Cici giggles until Renzo cuts her off with a kiss.
It’s not just a good view, it’s a bloody indecent one.
Rob’s had sex with multiple partners before—he loves an intriguing opportunity—but he’s never taken part without actually taking part. At first, the titill
ation of look-but-don’t-touch is potent enough. Cici is beautiful, and there’s clearly history between her and Renzo. Their familiarity with each other’s body means they know just where to touch, to stroke, to suck, to get the best reactions. Their eager noises, the ever-quickening slide of their bodies together, keep him simmering. But then Renzo’s hand curves back around Cici’s ass, and his blunt index finger again begins working its way between her cheeks, and Rob’s interest suddenly gets painful.
“Christ—”
“Quiet,” Jade orders. “We didn’t say you could speak.”
He’s almost forgotten about her since he’s been so absorbed in the sex show playing out in front of him. But as her fingers scold his lips, he can taste her own musk on them.
Rob growls. He nips, trying to suck her thumb into his mouth.
“Naughty,” she says, pinching his nipple. “Be good.”
Renzo’s got two fingers working inside Cici. She’s mewling as she’s pushed back against his hand with every snap and thrust of his hips.
“You like that?” Jade asks. “Would you like to fuck her like that? Mmm. I’ll bet you would.”
“Yeah—”
“Or is it that you want Renzo to put his big dick in you?”
Rob’s chains rattle as he struggles.
Then Jade relents, pressing against him. Her breasts and belly shift against his back, scattering electric sparks of need every time she moves. “Shh. Let us see you take it.”
On the lounger, Cici’s breathing has gone fast and high. She starts to come just as Jade moves in earnest behind Rob, rubbing her entire body across his sweat-drenched back.
Renzo’s done playing. He clamps both hands down on Cici’s hips as he holds her in place for his thrusts. With Jade’s hands at his own shoulders, holding him in place as she moves, Rob feels disoriented, hazed out on lust, like he’s riding Renzo, like Jade’s riding him.
Renzo curses then flips Cici over so he’s above her again. He slows his movements enough that Rob can clearly see his blood-dark cock slipping into her body, and the cream of her orgasm sliding down her thighs. Then he pushes deeply into her, his speed increasing as he seeks his own climax.
At his ear, Jade’s breath stutters. Her arm locks around his shoulders while, with the other, she reaches down between their bodies.
“No!” He’s snapping at her before he means to, wrecked by the feel of her knuckles brushing against his ass.
“You don’t want me to touch myself?” Her grip tightens while she repositions herself for better access. He hears her gasp, then feels the press from the back of her hand as she buries her fingers more deeply inside herself.
“Let me do it,” Rob urges. His own fingers strain backwards, fighting the cuffs in his desperation to feel her. He remembers how she looked with her hand working her pussy. He wants to feel that, wants to rub inside her until she turns rough and needy and she’s gasping his name.
Only a few feet away, Renzo comes with back arching as his hips push and hold. Rob’s dizzy with watching, with wanting to join in. He’s drunk with the feel of Jade, with the knowledge she’s watching Renzo—Boyfriend? Master? Partner? What are they to each other?—fuck into another woman.
Jade shouts and sinks her teeth into the meat of his shoulder. Rob moans, devastated that she’s come without letting him finish her off himself. Sexual heat flashes over him. He’s on fire for release. But if he gives up now, he’ll never get what it is he really wants. He fights his way back to himself to discover Renzo and his Lucky crouching beside him, their faces avid.
“Tell us how much you want us,” Jade urges.
“Beg me for it,” he grinds out.
Jade smiles, bright and sharp, while the man who owns this world beams down at Rob like he’s discovered something unexpectedly desirable.
When Rob comes, he comes untouched, his body exploding as their delighted applause rings in his ears.
Chapter Three
Oww, my sex hangover.
Rob rolls over on the superking, feeling the ache of the night before all across his body. Not even the expensive mattress can make him comfortable, not when his ribs feel bruised from hitting the water and his legs and shoulders are stiff from kneeling and…well, his body remembers very well why it’s feeling stiff today.
My dick certainly does, at any rate.
He casts an unimpressed glance at his tented sheets before relenting and giving himself a friendly squeeze. His joints pop in annoyance when he gets out of bed, so he moves into a stretching routine that has his muscles tuned again after the first few reps. It’s been years since he’s felt so stimulated, so ready to roll.
There’s a pair of loose cream linen trousers and a matching shirt in the wardrobe. He doesn’t remember seeing them the night before, but then that suits the style on the Estrella. Privacy seems to be something that’s left on shore, right along with inhibitions. And speaking of which, there’s also a manila envelope waiting for him.
He flicks it open to discover results from his most recent sexual health test. The copy is marked with notations showing it can only have come from his surgery in London. He shakes the envelope, and a strip of condoms tumbles out as well, making it clear he’s got a choice in how he wants to play their game. Rob stares for a long moment, then reads the attached note. Prisoner’s dilemma, it reads in a woman’s handwriting. It’s signed with a lopsided smiley face.
Rob traces the little circle of latex through a wrapper. So. If they know even the most intimate details of his sexual history, then they probably know everything else about him too. He knew coming into this that he’d need to show his hand and keep nothing back from negotiations. But by letting him in, they’re laying themselves open to him whether they intend to or not. He thinks about how Jade felt draped across his naked back, how urgently she’d writhed. He remembers Renzo’s bare cock, sliding slowly into Cici’s luscious body. He’s got no reason to trust them, but they clearly trust each other.
He slips into the clothing and leaves the condoms behind.
By day the ship is even more impressive. He’s not an expert on maritime architecture, but he’s read enough in Forbes to know that this cost some serious pesos even if it’s not as large as the ships belonging to those Russian oligarchs. Sunshine streams in from a line of windows near the curved ceiling of the corridor. If not for the distant thrum of the motors beneath his feet, he might imagine he’s in a very posh hotel.
He climbs the access stairwell to the main deck swiftly, energised with plans. Conquering the billionaire may be a little ambitious, but after last night Rob’s certain he can get him to share. And who knows what rewards he’ll reap for success? Ambition and arousal make him step faster, eager to corner the two of them. But in erotic déjà vu he skids to a halt on the deck when he finds that they’ve already started their own private negotiations without him.
Renzo leans back against the rail, an open robe hanging off his broad shoulders, his strong legs bracing him against the sway of the desk. Jade’s lapping at him, with strokes of her flattened tongue against the engorged head of his naked cock. Spray flies up and catches along the lines of their bodies. Renzo’s head is thrown back in pleasure, but he looks up at Rob’s slow approach and waves genially towards the breakfast table.
Jade wears a bright yellow bikini that accentuates her tits and teases the crack of her ass. After a night of dreaming that her taut body was wrapped around him, the sight is enough to make Rob reach down and reposition himself. She twists to watch him, her eyes fixed right down at where his heat is beginning to gather, her tongue continuing to lick all the while.
Blow job is all he can think. Every coherent thought has fled out to sea.
As he sits at the table, he catches a glimpse of Renzo’s slick shaft. It makes his mouth water with ghost-sensation as he imagines the weight on his tongue. It’s been a while since he’s sucked cock, but he’d like to get his lips around Renzo, no shame in admitting it.
Maybe
they see it all written on his face, because they both suddenly groan. Renzo’s hand falls, as heavy and demanding as his dick, to the top of Jade’s head. Rob hears the suck and pop of Jade’s mouth over the top of Renzo’s cry of satisfaction. She swallows every drop so neatly she doesn’t even need to lick her lips afterwards.
Rob wants to go over there, to lick into her mouth to find Renzo’s taste. He wants to fill his palms with her buttocks, and rub aside that yellow string with his spit-slick thumb. He’s so caught up in his fantasy that he barely notices they’ve wrapped themselves in robes and joined him at the table until Renzo’s handing him a cappuccino.
“You’re not afraid of your desire,” the billionaire notes.
Rob can read appreciation there, so he’s frank when he accepts the cup and replies, “You’re sexy. Both of you. I like it.”
“Hmm.” Renzo offers Jade an espresso. She cradles it to her like it’s liquid gold. “Do you conduct your business so fearlessly as well?”
His palms tingle a warning against his cup. “Depends on the project, the team.”
“Your optimisation work for the Blackwell Group. Tell me about that.”
It’s finally happening, but of all the ways Rob imagined it, this meeting’s nothing like any of them. He’s got no parameters to start from, no understanding of where his answers will lead. Renzo’s face reveals nothing as he listens. He asks question after question on seemingly unconnected subjects that hide their traps until the last moment. Each time Rob opens his mouth he realises Renzo’s already three points ahead of him. It’s utterly exhausting. It’s blisteringly hot. He’s sweating by his second cup, and hardening under the table by his third. Jade’s sitting between them the entire time, but doesn’t offer comments of her own. She just takes delicate bites of pastry and trails her palm across the spray-damp table as she listens.
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